"I like noise more than torque."

Looks like a Pulsar made by a company called Bajaj, around 150 cc, they have 180 and 200cc+ variants as well. Popular among the youth over there, at least used to be.

I know you're a huge Beetle aficionado, and I'm sure both you and my Uncle Beaker will vehemently disagree with what I'm about to say, but why date the ugly sister? You could get a decent air-cooled 911 for $25k, right? Seems they just performed plastic surgery on a pig, yet it's still a pig.

A common myth about Alcantara is that it's made from the skin of the wild Alcantar — a llama/ostrich hybrid from the borderlands between Peru and Greece whose massive thigh haunches are used to make those huge cones of gyro meat.

I identify with this guy completely. *finally gets Porsche* *plays with headlights* *maniacal giggling*

'69 Chevelle. Long story, but someone destroyed it while dad was away on one of his first deployments. If my brother or I ever strike it rich we know the perfect birthday present...

They're called Tauntons! (has lunch money stolen)

Well, the Nissan Cube fuzzy dash carpet is actually made from 100% Alpaca pubes.

Microfibers are, essentially, fabrics made from really, really small fibers. Duh. The fibers are so small that a pound of them would be enough to span the distance from the earth to the moon. These fibers are beaten around in all kinds of brutal ways, including something called "needle punching" and are impregnated…

Why GT racing is so awesome, in one shot. I'd watch an all GT race, wouldn't you?

[Photographer Richard Pardon caught the Lotus F1 car testing with 18 inchers on the move. The more you stare at it, the more normal DonkF1 looks, no? Photo Credit: Richard Pardon]

The important stuff's in the neighborhood city services. Cops, EMS, DFD, lights, trash, etc. One other interesting data point is that I saw the Mower Gang have to ask in social media for suggestions of places to mow because the city had already mowed all the parks they were planning on hitting this past weekend.

relevant listening:

You live in the past.